Fireworks Beneath the Lights

A beautiful lawyer with a steady stream of lucrative cases X a department-store magnate who runs a general store with countless branches

Blurb:

A meal shared, the warmth of lamplight and home.

With you before my eyes, every bite tastes better.

Gu Yanyan has carried a white moonlight in her heart since childhood: Lu Zhiqiao.

They grew up together as childhood sweethearts. Gu Yanyan had always loved him alone, but at least she got her wish and married him.

After they married, Gu Yanyan and Lu Zhiqiao treated each other with courtesy, and before they knew it, their feelings grew warmer.

Just as they were preparing to give in to their feelings, throw caution to the wind, and let nothing hold them back, Gu Yanyan's father suddenly dropped a bombshell on his son-in-law, Lu Zhiqiao...

The fire that had yet to spread was suddenly extinguished.

The two divorced, and Lu Zhiqiao promptly became the biggest creditor of the Gu family.

Gu Yanyan wanted to walk away for good, but Lu Zhiqiao handed her an agreement and said, "Take a look. While this agreement is in effect, if you have any requests, I'll do whatever I can to fulfill them."

He wanted her to play the lucky charm of "Mrs. Lu" in exchange for clearing the debt.

Thinking of the enormous debt that gave her a headache, Gu Yanyan could only agree.

After all, it was all for show. Mrs. Lu was just a lucky charm.

So when Gu Yanyan wanted separate bedrooms, Mr. Lu refused.

When Gu Yanyan got close with her childhood friend, Mr. Lu got jealous.

When Gu Yanyan's law firm had no clients, Mr. Lu sent a major case her way.

Gu Yanyan wondered: Could they put the past behind them? Could she and Lu Zhiqiao go back to being madly in love like before?

Who knew that an even bigger conspiracy was preparing to swallow her whole...

After the storm passed, Ms. Gu emerged from her cocoon.

She became a partner at a renowned Shanghai law firm and stopped getting caught up in trivial romance.

There were so many handsome men out there. To limit herself to one glass of 1982 Lafite from a sea of choices would be such a waste.

White moonlight was best kept in the heart, to be remembered fondly!

Who knew Lu Zhiqiao would come running over to say, "I'm not dead, so what are you remembering me for?"

[The following is an old version of the blurb. You can skip it.]

The incense of Hanshan Temple enveloped this ancient Jiangnan town, once known as Pingjiang Prefecture. Behind them stood pagodas and ancient temples, Buddhas and Bodhisattvas, and pilgrims and ordinary folk from every direction. Before them, however, was the bustle of human life, with devout men and women coming and going, earnestly waiting for the Buddhas and Bodhisattvas to deliver them from this mortal world.

But on Fengqiao Bridge, outside Hanshan Temple in Suzhou, only Lu Zhiqiao was intently searching for her.

Lu Zhiqiao's tenderness and devotion were like a honey-coated blade: lick the honey from the edge, and you risk cutting your tongue.

But Gu Yanyan chose to be the one licking the honey from the blade.

Blurb Two:

In a bowl of fragrant, sweet fermented rice wine sat a few round, white jade dumplings. Beneath them was a layer of Suzhou's signature gorgon fruit. Beside them lay a tender, soft-boiled egg, its golden center sprinkled with a little dried osmanthus.

Sweet wine with glutinous rice balls is a common Jiangnan dessert. Though ordinary, it's a must-have during the holidays, its sweet aroma and soft, chewy texture comforting every child raised in a single-parent family.

Xi Murong once said: "A lifetime may be nothing more than a few pages of poetry, endlessly revised and recopied. From black hair to white, someone is still beneath the lamplight."

Theme: The lamplight feels like home because you are there.